Crack!
The pitch-black sky split open like the ground beneath, the blinding light mingling with the deafening thunder.
Lying on the ground, Nan Yu could see, by this flash of lightning, the Lion King's sharp fangs clearly, still stained with blood — presumably from the hand it had bitten off earlier.
Raindrops the size of beans pelted her face, causing pain, and her arms felt as heavy as if filled with lead, utterly unable to lift.
Just as the scalding fangs touched her icy neck, a thick sense of impending death enveloped her.
Nan Yu's eyes shifted, her instinct to survive peaking.
Swoosh—
A flash of silver streaked by.
With all her might, she pulled out the Silver Needle hidden at her waist and, without hesitation, thrust it into the lion's neck.
In an instant, the Lion King's body became rigid, as if its Immobilization Acupoint had been pressed, unable to move.
Nan Yu quickly pushed its body away, struggling to roll over and get up from the ground.
